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Monday, 29 September 2014

How do you make a move on your cousin's best friend? @MamaD8 #TheBearTreatment

Happy Monday, world. +Doris O'connor has taken over my blog today. I'll leave her to introduce her latest book, The Bear Treatment. Over to you, D...

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Thanks so much for having me
here today with my new release The Bear Treatment.

How do you make a move on
your cousin’s best friend? That is my hero’s dilemma in the Bear Treatment. He
has known Louisa since she was knee high, but she has only ever given him the
death stare. Besides, his cousin would have had his pelt for a rug, had he
tried anything.

Then there is the small
matter of his being a shifter, and the whole council rules—not that they bother
with him much. His family are not precious pure bloods. In fact, most of his
side of the family can’t even shift anymore, their blood lines too diluted by
centuries of mating with humans.

None of that would matter,
however, if Louisa showed the slightest interest in the lifestyle. Instead she
has only ever expressed disgust, despite all his instincts screaming at him
that she is a natural submissive. So imagine his surprise when she turns up in
his spa, and books an introduction into wax play.

Blow this bear shifter down
with a grasshopper, there is no way anyone but he will give her that taste,
especially as she’s just been dumped by another sorry excuse of a dick, who
didn’t know what a precious gift submission is.

Still, it saved Luke form
tearing the man limb from limb, and now that he’s got his girl where he wants
her, nothing and no one is going to stop him from giving Louisa the bear
treatment…

Blurb:

There’s nothing quite like
being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun
has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at
the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her
birthday.

What can
possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after
for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give
her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?

That
would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being
mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no
end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same
again.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax
play, anal play

Excerpt:

When
he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that
she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort
to muffle that scream.

They
were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she
could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to
look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again
lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The
thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and
with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice
the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick
finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

She
would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down,
and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes
connected.

“That’s
my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went
limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I
please are they not, my sweet Lou?”

He
pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another
finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he
started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and
added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle
of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

The
strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped
around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.

“That’s
it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole
stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take
you back here, won’t you?”

The
veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of
his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside
than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had
the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the
thought turned her on even more.

“Yes,
yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”

Her
whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything
inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world
narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering
her.

Luke
bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another
orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits,
and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her
body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he
withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he
shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with
liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His
pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze
admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that
acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to
that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length
of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted
lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another
taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more
animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.

“Not
this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I
want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of
me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little
subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again,
won’t you?”

“Yes,
Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would
never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself
slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers
and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.

Louisa
opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he
hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip
of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at
every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her
nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.

“Look
at me, pet.”

His
rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around
the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as
he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.

“You’re
mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into
your flesh and mark you as mine.”

Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.